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The first book I read by my next author spotlight blow me away. The way she intertwined her characters and the powerful message it conveyed caught me by a pleasant surprise. I experienced so many emotions reading the book, I didn’t understand why. Not until I realized one of the characters hit too close to home. Life happens. It will be okay. These are the things Ey’s book zapped me with. Since then, I have become a fan. Her writing style is different, different meaning, off the charts! Once you read one, you won’t be able to stop until you read them all. Kickin’ It With KeKe…

Tripping Prince Charming-ROMANCE

Tripping Prince Charming-ROMANCE
Romance to Squeeze Your Heart

Read Debney's Journal- NA NOVEL

Read Debney's Journal- NA NOVEL
D.N.A-Nothing Would Ever Be The Same


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I Write, I Breathe

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Interviews with other authors, too.


Read interviews from some outstanding authors & their novel's characters.
Enjoy intimate, light hearted conversations with the characters from many of the stories in my ebooks. A way to really get to know the people you read about. They talk on Wednesdays and Fridays. Have fun reading the interviews with the characters.

When Clouds Touch - FATED ROMANCE

When Clouds Touch - FATED ROMANCE
Fixes the Fault in the Stars


In My Sister's World series

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Believe in You. U is for...Uninspired #amwriting #selfesteem #thingslegendsaremadeof

U is for...U-Inspired
by Ey Wade
I have so much to say about the letter ‘U’. Beginning with the fact it is the perfect name for that unexpected quick turn in the middle of any street when you are lost. It is the saving maneuver from any incident or situation in which you find yourself cornered. You can just turn around and start over. Never stopping, never giving up.
‘U’ will save your life. When you feel unloved, unwanted; ‘U’ will unite you with people you would never have imagined yourself connected. And the relationships will be wonderful. No one is unfriendly when you are around.
When you feel you are small and unimportant…here comes ‘U’, trotting along to uplift you with the glories and wonders of the Universe. All that is small is neither lost nor useless. U will show you how unique you are among the many who strive to accomplish the same goals you seek.
‘U’ will be undaunted, unbreakable, and unbeatable in its determination to help you become
successful in all of your heart’s desires.
In the end, ‘U’ unveils itself to show in life it is always and always has been behind YOU and you should trust and believe in yourself

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    Heartstrings, soul-ties and wishful thinking.
    Four shorts and a long tale of fortitude through difficult

    Four shorts and a long tale of fortitude
    through difficult relationships, tugged heartstrings, soul-ties and
    wishful thinking.

    Lesson Between the Lines- A woman ruminates on the lessons learned from an ex lover.

    The Battle is Not Between Us-A woman confronts whom she thinks is the person having an affair with her husband.

    No Regrets- A rejected wife and mother of eight finally takes a stand and
    puts an end to the mistreatment she receives from an ex-husband.

    The Cooking Class- Franklin Henderson finds his true love behind the recipes in a cooking class.

     A young mother, thrown out of her home by her husband and her child
    taken away finds out love can heal a broken heart                    

    Pages from Debney's Diary-D.N.A-Nothing Would Ever Be the Same #NA #teenpregnancy

    *chuckling* I have to laugh a little when one of my characters complains about the scenes from their lives. Especially as I write them, the way they tell me. Take a look at Dewey's day with the Not the Daddy talk show. You have to pop over for the full conversation. You'll enjoy it. Here she is: 

    I just had to write this...
    At times, my author Ey Wade puts me in situations that would make an adult flip out. For example, the nerve wrecking, potentially humiliating time she put me on the Not the Daddy TV show. I wanted to kill and then pull all my hair out. If you think it wasn't stressful, just look at the following scene:
    "Okay, please welcome Debney Nichole Armstrong to the show."
    The audience's boos, ridicules, and catcalls were so loud Debney didn't hear F.J. James announce her. Nervous and a little reluctant to move she almost stumbled up the steps when the assistant prodded her to go forward. Hurrying up the small ramp to the stage she faltered at the rush of angry cruel energy in the studio. The smothering urge to turn and run caused bile to rise in her throat and she thought she would pass out. The wave of F.Js hand in front of her face the distraction she needed to bring her back to reality.
    As she walked down the remaining steps and in front of the panel on the stage she reminded herself that if it weren't for the future of the baby she swore she would just turn around and walk out of the room. She had very little urge to expose her life in front of a group people who didn't know her from the proverbial Eve and had already made up their minds to condemn her as a free flying teenage whore. Taking in and releasing a deep breath she focused her attention on the widely smiling host of the show.
    . "Hi Debney" he pointed to the only vacant out of the five chairs beside his stationed on the stage. "Here have a seat. Mind if I call you Debbie or should I call you by the name the kids call you in school? What was that?"
    "DNA." Three of the guys shouted.
    Giante' moved his chair just a bit to distance himself from the others and lowered his gaze before looking away from her. Sitting down Debney forced a smile to her face before answering F.J. James. Obviously the gloves were off.

    A Different View of Valerie Valerie-Living the Hell Outta Life by Ey Wade

    A Different View of Valerie. Another Snap of a Valerie-Living the Hell Outta Life by Ey Wade #amwriting #shortstory There are millions of Valeries in the world & they all live one life.

        "A father and child, aching for time together."

    Major wanted to spend time with his best girl. He and she were heartbroken- unable to spend time together, because of his job.
    He watched tears roll down her face every morning before he turned to walk across the room. Her wails loud and clear before the snap of the door shut them out behind him. He had to be honest, there were many days he'd shed a few while climbing in the car.
    But today was different, he'd walked back and forth on the beach. Cuddling Valerie’s tiny body. Holding her by her fingers, her tiny form wiggling above the rushing waves. Laughing along with her, when each cold splash covered her little toes. Hearing nothing but waves, birds, and bubbling chuckles.
    Sand between his toes, sun burning his skin, laughter lifting his spirits and love deep in his heart.
    He wanted to spend every minute with his best girl and she wanted nothing more than to rest her head on his shoulder and wrap her chubby arms around his neck.

    Green Smells Like Dog. Valerie-Living the Hell Outta Life #comedy #drama #shortstory

    "Green Smells Like Dog" Another Snap of a Valerie-Living the Hell Outta Life
     There are millions of Valeries in the world & they all live one life.

    "Valerie, blind from birth, is being taught about colors through her sense of taste."
    Beakers of colored liquid arranged on the surface of the island were surrounded by bowls filled with samples of fruits, candies and spices.
    “Are you ready, Valerie? Don’t be nervous. I don’t expect you to learn everything in the first lessons. Just have fun and let your imagination show you the color.”
    “Okay, I’m ready.” Valerie literally trembled on her perch on the bar stool. Her bare toes gripping the rungs to keep her legs from swinging. The dark glasses covering her eyes, giving the illusion of sight. “What color am I tasting first?”
    “I’ll tell you in a minute, after you absorb the flavor.”
    The small spoon, no larger than the silverware in a toy tea set, touched Valerie’s lips and she opened them. Pulling the substance into her mouth with her tongue. The fact she was letting all of her taste buds and surface of her mouth feel could be seen through the moving swishing actions in her jaws and then she swallowed. The smile, big on her lips.
    “That started off so good and then got a little bitter. It tastes like mint and grass. Like...”
    “Green. Taste this.”
    “Green?” Valerie sniffed the ingredients of the glass container pushed between her palms. “But it smells like dog.”
    “Yes, green starts off tingly and fresh. As the color darkens it gets a little murky and kind unappealing. Go on, drink.Think about when you step out on the grass without your shoes. Prickly on your feet, fresh, and then that odd, dirty odor.”
    “Yes, like dog.” She swallowed a health gulp and gagged. “So, what’s in here?”
    “Powdered mint was on top, Kale, Barley, celery.”
    “Ugh, well I don’t want that anymore. And now you’ve helped me to dislike green. Next color.”
    “Here, drink a little water to cleanse your tongue.”
    Valerie’s searching fingers crawled around her sister’s wrist until they encounter the water bottle held out in her direction, taking it, she took a sip and handed the bottle back.
    Valerie had barely swallowed the sample before her tongue came out and she was reaching for a drink. Put a glass of milk in her hands.
    “That is the color red.”
    “Bull. That’s hot, like sauce or peppers.  Are you trying to be mean?”
    “Nope. I’m telling you, that’s red. Bright, burning, like fire on your tongue. A color that stays in the memory long after it’s gone.”
    “Well, now its gonna stay in my gut. I think my throat has a hole burned in it.”
    “That’s the problem with blind people, they exaggerates too much.”
    “No, some blind people just have heathens for sisters. You promised to help me “see” colors and all you’re doing is being mean.”
    I’m not. Stop and think about it. If you aren’t going to try, I’m not going to help you.”
    “Okay, fine. Let me taste yellow now.”
    “One of my favorite colors. It’s bright and comforting. You know like, when Mom comes in to tuck us in at night after her shower. Her body is warm and she smells sweet and tangy like... "
    " Lemonade!" They both squealed at the same time. Valerie held out her tongue for the expected substance and wasn't disappointed. In the bowl of the spoon was a mixture of warm lemon juice mixed with sugar.
    "I love yellow. I love Mom. "

    "Wrapped in Satin." a snap from Valerie-Living the Hell Outta Life by Ey Wade.

     Wrapped in Satin. 5 y/o faces her 1st encounter with racism. Valerie-Living the Hell Outta Life. #amwriting There are millions of Valeries in the world &they all live one life.

    "I don't want to play with them anymore, Mom." Valerie tightly wrapped her five year old body within the dusty material of the drapes. "They say, I'm a thief, and I'm dirty." The thickness muffled her voice, but couldn't smother the sound of her weeping. "I never take their things. I wash myself hard, every night, but the color never comes off."

    Jane paused, her motion frozen by the words. Where she was thinking to comfort a little girl suffering from a childhood misunderstanding, she was now lost for words at the implication of what she'd just heard.

    Was she jumping to conclusions? Was it possible that her little girl was facing her first taste of racism? Reaching for the drapes, she was surprised at the frantic struggle from the child. "Honey, come out. Let me talk to you."

    "No, don't touch me. The color will rub off on you. Then your friends won't play with you either."

    "Sweetie, come on out. I don't care about my friends. If they don't want to play with me, I'll find new friends who will. We'll find you new friends."
    Jane reached for the tiny hand clinging to the folds of the drapes, intertwining their fingers. Long, trembling, thin white fingers, squeezed between plump, brown, damp with tears, baby ones. Bending over, she pressed her lips to them. A tradition of comfort, since the day Valerie was adopted and brought into the home. "You are a queen little Val and don't you ever forget that. Anyone who sees you differently is blind, mean and jealous."

    "I'm a queen, Mom?"

    "You will always be a queen. Those little girls are just jealous." She peeked behind the curtain and whispered. "They're too mean to even be princesses." Valerie giggled."And you don't care if I'm dirty?"

    "Only if you're covered in chocolate. Then I'll have to tickle you and lick your face all over."

    Pulling the little girl from her hiding place, Jane tickled her on her tummy, until she fell to the floor and they rolled around laughing joyfully- trying to forget the hurt.

    Valerie Loves to Dance #romance #suspense #comdey #drama @jumpouttheboat

    Sharing snaps from Valerie-Living the Hell Outta Life, by Ey Wade.
    females of all ages, race, and stations in life-
    Each have one main thing in common, their name is, Valerie.
    A little girl who wants to be a super hero,
    An elderly lady mourning the death of Amy Winehouse,
    Friends willing to shoot each other for a chance at a fortune,  and many others, join to share snaps into their lives through a collection of short treasures.

             Valerie Loves to Dance.
    "An Asian girl is ridiculed for her love of dance.
    Valerie loved to dance. It was as ingrained to her as dust spinning in a sandstorm. She would swing her long thin arms in the air as she twirled like the five years of training as a graceful ballerina, could bring her. That is, until she heard them snickering behind her. Saying how she was all coltish with arms the length of her legs which would probably wrap around her neck and kill her.
    The words stopped her cold in her tracks. Placing her hands on her small hips, she turned to look at those critiquing her, and studied their insolent poses with equal derision.
    "For your information, my arms happen to be the perfect size for my body height. Which is a helluva lot more than I can say for the size of your head on your tiny assed body Calhoun or your long assed feet Donny, and I'm not gonna say anything about that hot air balloon Jimmy James uses for a stomach."
    She knew those were fighting words for each of the three boys, but refused to back down. Instead, when they straightened their position to aggressive, hurt male pride; she moved her body from casually dismissive  to a thirteen year old with a black belt and seven years of practice behind her.
    She'd already fought each one of them privately and beat the hell out of them, it would be incomparable to what she would do to them in public. She had no fear, the one thing everyone knew on campus was - Valerie bothered no one and took no mess. Out of pure discrimination for her Asian race, many had tried and each had failed. Fighting and winning was a pride to her, even if it were stereotypical.
    "Are you guys sure you want to do this? I have no problem smacking you around, actually, I'll probably enjoy it." She smiled a little as she secured her waist length black hair into the elastic band taken from her wrist. "It will be like it was the last time. For each of you." The look of ashamed shock that passed between each of the boys, spoke volumes. Neither had told the other she had whooped them before. "Listen, that's in the past and between us. Let's let it go. Y'all go away and let me finish my dance practice or I can kick your asses in front of the entire school."
    Gesturing with her head, she indicated the gathering crowd of students who'd given up their boredom of recess to hopefully watch a fight. "Which will it be?" She looked from one to the other. "You guys should know me by now. We've been in the same school for how many years? Go away and leave me alone."
    For a second she took her eyes off of them and looked around the school ground. It was gorgeous, she liked it there-the majority of the time. Teachers were nice, most of the students were friendly, except the few who always wanted to challenge and be the first to best her. Wasn't going to happen. She absent mindedly waved at one of her friends in the crowd.
    "Okay, so what's it gonna be?” She turned back to face the boys. Not one had moved. None willing to be the first laid out for their friends to laugh at. “Let the little Asian girl beat the life outta your little butts in front of everyone or am I gonna dance?"
    Jimmy James, flopped his fat ass on the ground, huge puffs of dust escaping to the air in a rush for survival.
    "Shit, girl go on and dance. I'm not in a mood for fighting. And just so you know it," He rubbed his stomach. "I'm into weight training, now. One day, you gonna want this body."
    Falling to the ground laughing, his two friends punched and tussled him while she continued dancing. Ignoring them all.

    Ain't Enough Shuffling in the World #drama #comedy #life

    Something in the works:


    Living the Hell Outta Life...

    There are millions of Valeries in the world & they all live one life.
    A little girl who wants to be a super hero. An elderly lady mourning the death of Amy Winehouse, friends willing to shoot each other for a chance at a fortune, 
    and many others, join to share snaps into their lives through a collection of short treasures.
    About females of all ages, race, and stations in life-
    Each have one thing in common, their name is Valerie....
          *Ain't Enough Shuffling in the World*
    "Young and ready for a break in routine, Valerie joins her  friends for a night out."
    Valerie shuffled her feet, the action barely moving her two steps forward in the line. The fine powder of dust , billowing up before floating back down and landing on the toes of the formerly shiny polished tips of her patent leather shoes, pissed her off and she closed her eyes in frustration. The brief darkness only serving to anger her more.
    Shuffle-one small step, the breath in her chest tightened and her teeth clinched. The voice of her great great grandmother rose above the pounding of her heart. She pictured the frail old lady, nearly 108 years old, sprawled on the porch swing, her long, wrinkled, tired fingers dragging on the worn planks of wood. Mental and physical exhaustion such a huge shroud over her countenance, she kept her eyes closed, refusing to acknowledge the children sitting on the wooden floor listening to her. Yet she knew they were there. Listening intently to her every word, as if the thoughts she spoke were from a fairytale, no- to her they were a nightmare.
    "Those men didn't care. They just pushed them along. Hands and feet bound to the body next to them. Didn't matter if that body was full grown or a child like my ma was. My ma would tell us of the odor of that ship, unclean flesh, salt water, fish, and rotting death. It was somethin' that remained with her 'til the day she died. Said it was burned into every hair hole in her nose. She never forgot the dying and the killing. For two days and nights she was bound to the body of her dead younger sister and those men didn't care. They just pushed them along."
    Shuffle- Valerie opened her eyes, peered over and beyond the shoulders of her friends in line in front of her. There weren't really that many people, something was just holding up the line.
    "Sure is taking a long time to get in. I didn't think there would be a line or that it would move this slow."
    "Gal, relax. What did you expect? Newest club on our side of town. Every body wants to get in."
    "Yeah, girl. Relax and move on up." Her best friend since childhood gave her a tiny shove from behind. "It's been a long week. I just wanna dance, maybe grab a warm male body and get the memory of being a damn near slave in that white woman's house, outta my mind."
    Shuffle- Valerie moved up the required steps, bent over and brushed the dirt from her shoes. The action bringing to mind her great grandmother's words. She'd taken up the habit of her now gone mother. Sitting on the porch swing, absently telling the children of the family's past. Constantly saying how they needed to honor their legacy. To stop being imitators of the White man.To become their equal or better and not to accept others putting them down. Every once in a while, she'd sip from her ice filled glass of root beer or swat at flies.
    "Dear Ma used to tell me of when I was a baby, how she would be sitting on the porch of the White woman's big house, nursing that white baby on her breast, and getting yelled at or slapped for not keeping the flies from landing on that baby's Lily white cheeks- while I would be laying in a box on the ground, crying from the discomfort of dirt, ants and flies on me. My little tummy empty because she wasn't allowed to feed or tend to me while that one was awake.
    She said there were many days she wanted to kill that baby.Wanted to kill them all. The woman, while she bathed her as if she were a child and the man, when he would throw her, anywhere- to have his way with her. But most of all, she wanted to kill that baby for taking food from my stomach. I loved Dear Ma."
    Shuffle- Valerie ignored the grumbling of her stomach and moved a little to her left so she could see around the line. What she saw pissed her off. Here she was, new dress, hair freshly styled, and standing in line for what, she looked at the face of her watch, twenty minutes? Only to find out the line was being controlled by a couple of overly made up light skinned wenches and an even lighter muscled bound jerk-cute as he was.
    "Wait a damn minute? Oh, hell naw!" Valerie moved completely out of line and put her hands on her hips. Stepping aside to let a couple of beautiful dark skinned ladies pass in front of her. Their humiliation written all over their downcast faces. She watched the slump in their backs deepen the further they got away from the line. Speaking loud enough to be heard from the end of the line to the beginning, Valerie pointed towards the trio.
    "You mean to tell me, I wasted my hard earned money on a new dress, spent time doin' my hair, dusted up my shoes in this damn line-shuffling like a slave on a death ship, only to find out, I gotta be tested by some uppity niggas, and a worn, greasy, crumpled brown paper bag before I can give them my money,just to hear some loud assed music, I can hear for free at home? You got me mixed up with some fools, niggas." She turned to see all of her friends and what was once an orderly line, peering and angrily joining her rant. But, as usual, some ignorant fool had to comment on the opposite side of the conversation.
    "Whatchu complainin' bout? You so white you don't need no bag, you could get your ass right on in there."
    "Yeah, but you can't. Why should I get in and others can't? Our money is the same color. So don't get an attitude with me. That's what's wrong with summa y'all, always ready to turn on the ones tryin' to be fair. I know what my family taught me and I'm not about to let some people tell me or my friends we ain't good enough for their beer joint cuz they're darker than a paper bag. I'm not the self hatin, wannabe bougie, they are." She thumbed in the direction of the trio huddled behind the card table at the entrance of the building. "And I'm taking my money somewhere else." She turned and stomped away. Her friends and half the line following.

    Control. There are millions of Valeries in the world & they all live one life. #short stories #women #chiclit #drama #romance #comedy

                       Enjoy the second snap in the life of a:        

    Living the Hell Outta Life...
    There are millions of Valeries in the world & they all live one life.

    A little girl who wants to be a super hero,
    An elderly lady mourning the death of Amy Winehouse,
    Friends willing to shoot each other for a chance at a fortune,  
    and many others, join to share snaps into their lives through a collection of short treasures.
    About females of all ages, race, and stations in life-
    Each have one thing in common, their name is Valerie.


    Valerie’s suburban life takes a sudden change.. Is it for the better?

    Valerie Amore dropped her head to the desktop at the cloying sing-song version of  her name.

    She hated it when her younger sisters did that. It was their way of teasing and pricking her nerves an annoyance tool used whenever they saw Jacob coming or leaving his house.As much as she hated herself for doing it, she pushed back her chair, and rushed to the window. Standing behind the curtains to drool at his back as he walked away. At least she hoped he would be walking away. The last time this routine was done, she'd ended up staring straight into his beautiful blue eyes and catching the remnant of his gorgeous smile. Remnants of it,  because he was forced to drop his hand when she'd been too stunned to return his wave. She'd stood there, embarrassed at being caught and humiliated by the fact, he'd heard her sisters then saw her in the window.
    The gig was up. Now it was obvious, Jacob knew what the song of her name was about and it had him practically slinking out of his own front door - that is, when he wasn't slipping out the back, strolling through the fields before appearing two doors down and in the neighbors yard. How humiliating.
    Moving as far behind the curtains as possible she dared to peek and was immediately dumbfounded to see Jacob,  standing with hands on hips staring straight into her window. His hand gestures of pointing to the house then ground, getting her full attention. Was the house on fire? Letting her curiosity get the better of her she moved into full view. She could almost read his lips. "Come down here?"

    "Me?" She mouthed. Going speechless when he nodded. Yet she couldn't move.

    When the doorbell rang and her little sisters came pounding and rolling up the stairs like a kennel of excited pups,  she stood frozen, until they yanked her by the hands. Almost pushed her over the banister in their rush to get her downstairs.  Her shrieking to stop, quieting as soon as she was planted near his feet.

    "I thought we could take a walk." Jacob's smile pinned her to the floor.

    Valerie nearly blurted, how she would follow him to the ends of the earth, but caught herself as her mom entered the room, drying her hands on her apron.
    "So, Jacob Donnelley. You finally made it over.” Valerie’s mom was not known for her tact. Didn't care which or how old the child,  how embarrassing it would be for them,she always said what came to mind. "Take her for a walk, but don't try anything funny. Bring her back pregnant and I'll burn your house down with you and your entire family in it."

    Jacob laughed. “You go ahead, M'ame. They're all assholes, anyway. Me I play straight. Valerie and I will walk to the park, sit on the swings and get to know each other. You can even send these little pests to keep an eye on us. I just want to get to know your oldest daughter." He helped Valerie put on her jacket. "Gotta warn you though, I don't play with noisy little girls." He squinted at her sisters jumping and begging their mom to be allowed to go, and turned his smile into a fearsome scowl. "I push them into oncoming traffic."
     Valerie' s mom laughed. Leaving the room through the nearest door exiting to the kitchen. Tossing instructions to her younger daughters to either go watch TV or be confined to their rooms.


    "You can’t honestly be serious, Jacob."

    "Valerie sat at her vanity table putting the finishing touches on her makeup. This was their 10th year anniversary,  the guest (or so he thought) were already downstairs and Jacob, nonchalantly, stood behind her right shoulder declaring his desire for a divorce.

    Valerie shook her head and with trembling hand, put the mascara brush on the vanity surface . Releasing the weapon before she followed her burning, natural retaliatory instinct, and rammed it into his eye. Her overwhelming urge was to kill him, but instead, she did what she always did, she gave in. Smoothing any stray strands of the over processed blond hair- gone were the red tresses of her youth- his preference, Valerie stood, gave him a hug, and followed his lead for the conversation. That's how it had been from the day he entered her mother's house on her 18th birthday. Jacob had run her fucking life.

    So far, everything had been perfect, expensive wedding, gorgeous 2 million dollar home, cars, everything he had wanted. He was college educated, he had the job, and she stayed home pretending to be the perfect middle class wife. They had everything his heart desired. No school for her, she was too beautiful to worry her little brain on drudgery. She was to wait until he finished and started a business. No job for her, it was his responsibility to make and bring in money. She could do a little boutique or something once he was established, never happened.  He didn't want his wife to turn into a bitch like his mom or a sarcastic harpy like her Mom. No kids for them before ten years of marriage. He didn't want irritating little cling-ons like her sisters, trailing him like starving puppies. And now he was telling her the marriage was over.

    "Tell me Jacob, what brought this on? We are living life exactly as you planned it. What has changed?"

    "I have. I decided I don't want to live like this anymore.  Everything is too predictable. I no longer want to know whats  going to happen next - at every given second. Nothing is spontaneous." He entered the beautifully arranged, walk-in closet and she followed him. For a moment,Valerie watched quietly as he searched through his array of ties, held one up to his neck and then gave it to her to put on him. Through force of habit, she complied. When finished, she ran her hand down it’s length,stopping when her palm reached his heart.

    "Bullshit Jacob, this is what you wanted. You’ve done whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted. This is the life you pounded out day after day.You are the one, who planned every iota of our movements. All the way to tonight’s party." As Valerie spoke, she used the elements of surprise, speed, and the weight of her 6 feet, 130 pound body to push Jacob through the entrance of the sound proof "safe-room" situated at the back of the closet. Shutting the door and quickly fingering in the code to disable the power that would sustain the room. “Here’s one little thing you forgot while you were planning- I can read and make plans of my own. The next time you plan on trying to destroy another person’s life, try not to write it down.”

    The room was a little extra something she'd had the man add when he was designing and installing the space. A holding cell or a safe room, if need be. Not to kill him, but to scare the living shit out of him. After thirty minutes, the timer would kick on, keep him locked in for a couple of days and then the door would open. He desired surprise and spontaneity?  Well, this would be his time. Jacob had no choice but to sit in the stocked, prepared room and contemplate on the errors of his ways. Her prerecorded voice would recite them over and over,  she'd made sure of that. Nothing like eating your own words.

    Jacob was an egotistical fool. More of a fool than he thought she was. What else do you call a man who wrote in a journal and used it as a confidant he believed no on would have access to? What else do you call a man who would leave his wife home day after day, sometimes for days at a time, and then would leave said journal under his pillow? She'd learned a lot. Learned about his true feelings for her and how he courted and married her just to have a legitimate reason to get away from his home life and have sex with her whenever he wanted. Ten damned unnecessary years, just to have sex with the “popular,’ girl. To use her as a foil for his drug dealing nefarious life. He’d written how he never planned on giving her children and how he planned on leaving her high dry and totally broke. He'd even gotten a kick out of the idea of  humiliating her in front of the guests, with the announcement of the divorce and the lying bomb he thought she was gay.

    Well, that shit wasn't going to happen. Why ruin her life when he could just leave? Typical Jacob. He didn't want her and didn't want her happy with anyone else either.

    Standing in the light of the closet, where Valerie knew he could see her on the strategically placed monitor, she slowly undressed.  Beyond the facade of a wonderful life, she had enjoyed a  great sexual relationship with Jacob and knew he was as entrapped with it as she was. She did everything in front of him to entice and frustrate him. Last, she removed the blond wig from her head, shaking loose the near waist length of her natural red curls. Holding the prop, to the window, she waved it in his face. “The last straw to me being your tool was this, I refuse to let you have control of every aspect of my life. More fool you, for believing you had my will in the grip of your fist.”

    Dressed in a more casual outfit, Valerie grabbed her previously packed suitcases and left the room.
    As she walked down the stairs, she shared a smile with the moving men. Everything in the house had been sold as had the house, and many of the cars. The monies from the sales, half of his assets withdrawn and placed in her account under her new name.  She was about to enjoy the hell outta life.

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    There are millions of Valeries in the world & they all live one life.

    A little girl who wants to be a super hero,
    An elderly lady mourning the death of Amy Winehouse,
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    Each have one thing in common, their name is Valerie.

                                                VALERIE HAS A WIGGLE IN HER WALK

    Valerie lives for the Saturday morning routine. with her husband of sixty years.

         Valerie gazed out of the window and smiled. She lived for Saturdays and loved watching him wash the car. He always took his shirt off- just for her, he would always say. Those other girls, the thin young ones who smiled, jumped effortlessly over the puddles of soapy water, while giving shy, little finger waves as they passed, had nothing on his Valerie.

    His Valerie, he claimed to anyone who would listen, had a smile that shone so bright, it made the sun wish it had shades.
    His Valerie had a glow to her porcelain skin and a wiggle in her walk that he adored. More than that, his Valerie liked to watch him as he washed the car.

    She didn't care that his six-pack was now two packs short of stud or that his flat stomach had become a huge wrinkle that flopped over the top of his pants. She watched him with the hunger and adoration from their courting days. Sixty years of marriage had faded none of the lust or enthusiasm.
    Valerie moved to stand squarely in the middle of the picture window, so he could see her. And he watched, her steps were slow, no longer able to run and jump into his arms when he strolled through the door.

    His chest dripping water and his body smelling of the outdoors. An odor she said turned her on like nothing on earth. For years she would prove it for hours after the Saturday morning car wash.
    Her skin was no longer smooth, nor a glide to ecstasy. Beauty and life, a life well lived was etched into her sweet face. Lines of love, strength, and the burden of knowing she never carried her own bundle of joy, were scored into the pale, nearly translucent flesh of her arms and hands.

    But none of that mattered, he didn't care if she didn't remember what day it was - most days. Or that she rarely smiled at the things he said. He only knew, his Valerie came alive on Saturday mornings and the wiggle would be back in her walk, even if it were caused by the weakness in the metal and screws of her geriatric walker.

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